Times Poems

Silent Times

In dead silence, there’s a sound,
noiseless and yet profound.
Deeds provoking, not quite just,
from tainted minds that think, “we must.”

What a precious gem if caught,
the divinity of thought.
To control the human heart,
that takes something very smart.

Some may think the silence means
no one hears, or so it seems.
But there is the speechless word
in the spirit that is

Bad Times for Questioning

Everyone can be a critic.
Few can take criticism.
I’ve seen the results of youthful play
The paths half-buried of sandy ethics
The holes and pitfalls of reliance
Mounds of dirt clods and chocolate chips
Success tastes so fine –
Like a drink of ice cold water
On the last lap of decision
‘Cause we are all infinite genius
We know what we know –
Because

Is Three Times A Charm

In my life I've been married but twice 
Three times a charm, some old advice
 
Ten years now, I've been dating another 
Twice was enough, said my beloved mother
 
When my new love said- she wants to marry me  
Came words of wisdom, from my brothers three

All three said- "we don't want to burst

TIMES ARE CHANGING

We recently came face to face in this life we are arranging
how, whether we like it or not, the times they are a changing.

For more years than I can count…Deborah and, I acting like two stalkers,
prowled up and down the sidelines…
watching our children and grandchildren play soccer.

In all the years we watched them… all the

The Autumn Times - Part 2

//See part 1// 

...I could never forget you.//

Not even if I tried. For, see, when the springtime comes again each year, and the leaves begin to grow once more, your face is all I see. Your lips as they smile, your eyes as they glisten, your sweet laughter bouncing off the tin rooftop, all of

The Autumn Times - Part 1

I never want to forget what fall time feels like when I was able to spend it with you. It's a feeling, an emotion, that I will never be able to replicate. An emotion that has no name, I couldn't pin it down if I tried. Just a weightlessness found in a state of pure

times have changed

record player
antique concept
floppy disks
worthless now

ironing board
they were once a commodity in every home
now they used only by tailors and dry cleaners
or men who want really crisp collars on their shirts

Hard Times

I was raised, like many others, on the wrong side of the tracks.
Parents poor, thru generations, hopelessly, broke their backs.
The holes in our walls, patched, with mud and road kill skins.
Our roof made up from cardboard boxes and corrugated tins.

We ate old, ice cold, cockroach stew, tho pigged out on toad.
The rusty bucket, we used

Old Times

Old Times

Sometimes walking can be a journey into the past
Sometimes, but always, this is a lifestyle
Hmm. Take a walk in a cemetery?

Yes. Switched off the present
Old gravestones are glittering
Beautiful music is heard
Calling another life

The passed souls are
dancing from their lives
Happy people live in the past

Switched off my present
I stay with them
I live there

Stay
The past

Peace Of Mind Among The Times

Peace of Mind Among The Times

There’s a concept forming upon the horizon 
A sunset warning me to focus my eyes upon 
A notion of antiquity to seemingly delight upon 
While the elements of iniquity I can find only respite from 

Magnitudes of promise designed to integrate with time 
Attitudes of pretense that the delusional consider

Juggles of Times

The water I see seems to be a mirage.
Facts and fancies, like chameleons, camouflage.
Abysses seem shallow when they are measured.
Within wombs of tombs, riches are treasured.

Sketches that look like walls, in truth, are poles.
Hurdles hold their heads high to wreck the goals.
Beasts that dine on guavas aren't crows but bats.
I cut short my tours, confronting

At times in life

I’ve allowed some obstacle to become a barricade,
and God let me know I wasn’t making the grade.

Straightway, that called for a critique of my belief,
prayer brought God’s solution for lasting relief.

IN THESE BABYLONIAN TIMES

IN THESE BABYLONIAN TIMES  PS
(A Palming Allegorical Rendering)

With elephant ears,
And the keenness of giraffes,
Let’s become as owls:
Divine wisdom and guidance,
Eagle-winging us justice:-

In our life’s nature,
Trials and tribulations come:
So does conquering:-
In Babylonian times,
Seek your new Jerusalms:-

Jesus rode an ass,
We now have one riding us:
Time to buck him off:-
Leaving no palms to catch him,
Let’s burn away

Hard times

Depression and change
moments of grace in cut downs
some could sleep in air and darkness
before the humbleness and conquests
places and faces to duties thirst
jumping and unlocked laughter's
tried and trying raised about luck
praise to dark arts and until sunshine
members of questionable team's clubs
forged in the deepest and quietest spins
some mothers bet it all to compete
fathers could choose

Flags of false doctrines and the signs of the times Q and A plus Bibical Commentary

Q  Where did Yoga, Ti-chi, transcendental meditation, karma and reincarnation 
     originate from etc?

A  The eastern religions and the 'slimy serpent'  introduced the 'to the Christian
     nations,' in order to deceive them and introduce them into false doctrine and
     focus

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